Sun Guixiang's eyes lit up instantly, and she couldn't help but scoop out another small piece of sponge cake. The soft and moist cake was wrapped in sweet cream, and it was so delicious that she almost cried.
"Delicious! Really delicious!" she said incoherently, a childlike smile of pure satisfaction blooming on her face, but tears were streaming down her face.
It's not just the sweetness of the taste, but also the warmth of being treated so attentively.
Ye Qingliu looked at the undisguised surprise and satisfaction on her face. Deep in her gray-blue eyes, beneath the frozen lake surface, there seemed to be an extremely subtle warm current quietly surging.
He withdrew his gaze and leaned back in his chair, his posture relaxed.
Sun Guixiang was immersed in the deliciousness of the dessert when she suddenly thought of something. She quickly put down her fork and pointed at the box: "Little boy, you eat too! You try it too! There's no way I can finish all this by myself!"
Ye Qingliu raised his eyes slightly, his gaze sweeping across the colorful and intricately shaped snacks, a very subtle, almost instinctive sense of alienation flashing across his gray-blue eyes.
He seemed to have a natural lack of interest in such overly sweet and overly decorated things.
"No need." He refused calmly, his voice calm.
"How can that be!" Sun Guixiang was extremely persistent. Like a stubborn elder, she insisted on sharing this hard-earned sweetness.
Her eyes searched the box and finally fell on the simplest and most inconspicuous snack in the corner - a small, square mung bean cake.
It is a soft light green in color, without any fancy decorations. There are only a few simple diamond patterns on the surface. It exudes a light mung bean aroma and appears particularly simple among the gorgeous desserts.
"Try this!" Sun Guixiang seemed to have found a treasure. She immediately picked up the small piece of mung bean cake with a clean small fork and carefully placed it on another empty plate in front of Ye Qingliu.
"This looks refreshing and not greasy!"
Ye Qingliu's gaze fell on the light green, square dot on the plate.
It does indeed appear particularly "fresh and refined" among the many "glamorous" dim sum.
He looked at Sun Guixiang's eyes that were full of expectation and refusing to be rejected. In those gray-blue eyes, the calm ice surface seemed to crack into an extremely tiny crack.
The words of rejection rolled around on the tip of his tongue, but he finally swallowed them back silently.
He was silent for a few seconds.
Then, under Sun Guixiang's eager gaze, he slowly and with an almost cautious attitude, stretched out his hand.
The slender, bony hand, like a work of art, did not reach for the delicate little silver fork beside it.
He seemed to think that using a fork to handle such a small, simple dessert was a bit too formal.
With a strange tentative look in his fingertips, he very carefully pinched a corner of the mung bean cake with the pads of his thumb and index finger.
The mung bean cake is very soft and sticky, and it feels slightly cool, delicate and slightly elastic when touched by your fingertips.
Ye Qingliu picked it up very gently, as if afraid of breaking it.
He lowered his head slightly, and his gray-blue eyes looked through the lenses intently at the small, light green piece of food in his hand.
The look on his face didn't seem like he was about to have a snack, but rather like he was studying the physical properties of some unknown substance.
Sun Guixiang held her breath and looked at him nervously.
Finally, Ye Qingliu brought the small piece of mung bean cake to his lips.
He slightly opened his beautifully shaped thin lips and very carefully bit off a small corner with his front teeth.
The movements were performed with an almost rigid caution and elegance.
A little bit of light green pastry crumbs stained his light-colored lips.
The next second——
Behind the lenses, the pair of gray-blue eyes widened for a moment, very slightly, almost imperceptibly.
An extremely unfamiliar, sweet and mellow taste, mixed with the unique fragrance of mung beans with the scent of the fields, like a thawed stream in early spring, gently and without warning, it flowed over his taste buds.
It doesn't have the expected overpowering sweetness of industrial saccharin, nor the heavy, greasy feeling of cream.
This feeling... is very strange.
Ye Qingliu maintained the posture of lowering his head, neither chewing nor swallowing immediately.
He seemed to be savoring this completely unexpected taste seriously and carefully.
In the gray-blue eyes behind the lenses, beneath the calm surface of ice, a ripple called "surprise" and a glimmer of...almost "novelty" passed clearly.
His long eyelashes drooped, casting a small shadow under his eyelids, covering most of the emotions in his eyes.
Only the slight pause in his movements and his almost reverent tasting posture revealed the turmoil in his heart.
Sun Guixiang looked at him nervously and asked cautiously, "How...how is it? Are you...okay?"
She was afraid that it would not suit his taste.
Ye Qingliu did not answer immediately.
He chewed the small piece of warm and sweet mung bean cake in his mouth very slowly and carefully, his movements elegant and focused.
Only when the last trace of sweetness in the dessert dissipated in his mouth did he swallow slowly and almost imperceptibly.
Then he raised his head.
The gray-blue gaze once again fell on Sun Guixiang's face full of tension and expectation.
There was still no obvious change in expression on that handsome face that looked like a detailed painting.
There is no surprise, no joy, only a calmness like a deep pool.
However, under Sun Guixiang's breathless gaze——
He pinched the piece of mung bean cake that he had bitten a small corner of with his slender fingers, and brought it to his lips again very naturally, as if following some basic behavioral logic.
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